Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.